/don't see the tears

If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by

Make believe that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve in private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by

I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
My foolish pride is all that I have left
So let me hide the pain and the sadness you gave me when we said goodbye
Walk on by, don't stop, and walk on by
Walk on by, walk on by

My foolish pride is all that I have left
So let me hide the pain and the sadness you gave me when we said goodbye
Walk on by, don't stop
Baby just walk on


- written by Dionne Warwick/Burt Bacharach
- performed by Chanel Cole [Live @ Australian Idol 2]

Designated Leader

I support Liberal, but I can only afford to vote for Labor.

Tina can't afford to pay for 120 hours of driving with an instructor while on her L's in order to get her probationary license. She's going to be my designated driver, and I can't wait that long.

It's in the bag.

A close friend informed me the other day that the beggar who usually sits outside the Aveda store on Little Collins Street, is now carrying a Crumpler bag.

This 'beggar' strongly resembles society's accepted image of Jesus. In my opinion, his ability to emulate the 'Jesus' look should be working in his favour. I'm not sure about everyone else, but I certainly feel like I'll be going to hell if I don't give him some loose change soon.

I wonder how he got the Crumbler bag. Did he find it in the street, empty the contents and use it as his own? Was a Crumpler bag dropped in a St. Vincent DePaul bin (meanwhile, my mother contemplated dropping our old fax machine into the bin...uhuh...weird) and he was the lucky recipient? Perhaps it's the one thing he's always wanted (sitting on the street all day must give him some sense of the trends Australian Fashion is facing), and all the loose change has finally added up to a $120 Crumpler bag.

When I can, I'd love to give him an i-Pod.

On Air with BlackPunk: Janet - Everytime [Acapella]

Just love me for a little while

A member of a band who attempts to forge a solo career is treated with extreme hesitation and apprehension. Let's look at Justin Timberlake. Okay, bad example. Beyonce Knowles? Hmm. These people have made it pretty easily thanks to great media relations and a solid grounding with singing groups N*Sync and Destiny's Child, respectively. By looking at these two examples, one could easily compare them to Michael Jackson, post-Jackson 5 or Diana Ross, post-Supremes. It's about time we had some group-gone-solo uber-celebrities who could iconically define the music of our generation. Let's just spare a thought for one whose quest for 'uber-celebritism' hasn't been so unproblematic.

JC Chasez, 'the other good looking one' from N*Sync, is all too familiar with having his dreams quashed. Desperately trying to burn his pop costume for a more Prince-savvy, gritty, bump'n'grind type persona, JC had a tedious time trying to get record label 'Jive' (Britney Spears, N*Sync, Backstreet Boys) to give him their blessing, as well as a release date for his debut album.

Fan postings on MTV.com's 'You Tell Us', claimed that Chasez's album was put on hold so that Justin Timberlake could take the limelight, with Jive worried that if Chasez shared the success, Timberlake would extinguish ideas of another N*Sync album.

After almost a year of waiting, re-recording, toning down and fan anticipation, 'Schizophrenic' was released. It was eclectic, and very different from what we had seen in the past from N*Sync. Critics were hesitant, knowing that a second member going solo could prompt blueprint music. Most reviews were positive, hailing the album as a refreshing look at today's fatigued pop scene.

Many problems plagued Chasez's promotion and what didn't help was the fact that radio failed to spin his first single 'Some Girls [Dance With Women]'. "It's too Beyonce, 'Baby Boy', too tribal - and tribal's passed" and "Great song, but bad timing", was much of the reaction from US radio DJ's.

No thanks to Janet & Justin's 'Nipplegate' affair, many of Chasez's live performances, many of which were scheduled at sporting events (NFL Opening), were cancelled as TV Networks backlashed against musical acts. It didn't help when it was goodlooking boys performing lyrics such as 'some girls dance with women, knowing that it gets them attention, i wanna get in with them' with dozens of barely dressed girls grinding on each other. Imagine how many 'wardrobe malfunctions' could take place there.

'All Day Long I Dream About Sex' was the name of the next release from 'Schizophrenic'. You can only imagine.

On Air with BlackPunk: Nelly Featuring Christina Aguilera - Tilt Ya Head Back

"Everybody gets a car! Everybody gets a car!"

It seems like an honest gesture, perhaps too good to be true. But i'm not going to be cynical (welcome to Cynical Island: population, me), what's there to be cynical about? I remember watching an episode a few weeks ago on 'The Panel' (Channel 10) showing Oprah-show-crowd members going insanely hysterical.

If you've ever watched Oprah, you'll notice that at the end of each show, there's usually a gift of some sort, typically based on the subject of the show. If it's a musical artist, the audience receives a CD, if it's an author, they receive a book.

In this case, the crowd were going insanely hysterical as they had just received a copy of 'O' magazine (Oprah's monthly magazine which features herself on the cover....every month). It would surprise me if any of the fanatic women in that audience didn't already have a subscription to the monthly insight of Oprah's media empire. They went nuts, as if they had never seen a magazine before in their life.

You'd feel somewhat inferior compared to the audience Oprah had today. They each received a Pontiac G6.

Oh no! Kochie!

I can no longer stand Channel 7 and their poor attempts to be groundbreaking and 'cool' with their morning news/talk show, 'Sunrise'. To David Kosh, please keep your political views to yourself and be a bit more professional about the way you go about criticising the Australian Government. One day you will be caught out of your depth, so I suggest you should just report the news and keep quiet. We'll all be better for it.

Justify my love

The week's Melbourne Fashion Festival has been somewhat of a disappointment. Failed by Melbourne's interpretation of what should be Spring whether, chilly breezes with warm sun filled landscapes, we were instead presented with pouring rain. Dozens of industry women dressed in their Lisa Ho outfits, frocked up in Alannah Hill, were all expecting warm weather to render their need for jackets useless. Instead of looking the part of Australia's high fashion, they ended up huddled under umbrellas trying to find out where, what one passing woman described as, 'Michael Angel's Fucking Flowerhouse' was located. 'The Flowerhouse' was the venue for all four of last week's major fashion shows. Hidden behind Federation Square, above the car park (above the car park? what the hell?), there was no way anyone could escape the rain. Girls were cold, acting like princesses, boys were wet, acting like queens.

There was high expectation of the show to come, and justifiably so. The show's title was 'Price On Application', exhibiting a more sophisticated attitude to fashion design. Displaying Australian labels such as Nicola Finetti, Lisa Ho, Herringbone, Roy, Mad Cortes, AG, Ty + Melita and Alannah Hill, stylist Michael Angel had taken it upon himself to arrange the show in such a way that reflected the 'glamour of the Australian fashion industry'.

Seeing a show styled by Michael Angel is usually something unforgettable, with so many bells and whistles that it makes people wonder what the actual subject of the show is. Is it the stage? The models? The fashion? 'Price On Application' was really forgettable. The show was slow, dull, and subdued. Everyone was waiting for the dancing models, the rock music and the incredible lighting. The dozens of women mentioned before would've been left wondering why they bothered. Though props need to be given to Lisa Ho and Nicola Finetti, having presented an awesome Spring/Summer 2004/2005 range that will be a hit at the Spring Racing Carnival. Alannah Hill, as always, displayed a sensual and floral season. Arthur Galan's AG connected with the men, showing the relevance of European fashion over Australian climates whilst also introducing the 'hot new thing' - sky blue cotton pants. Thankfully, Roy Christou managed to string together a number of winning outfits, finally steering away from denim, and putting some of the females in dresses for a change. After a tragic Autumn/Winter 2004, let's hope this season he finally gets it right. Back to the days of Pacific Roy. ;-)

P.S. Roy, breast showing halter tops are sooo last season. Put it away please. lol.

Every boy is a snake is a lily

Three weeks ago, after thumbing through numerous sites on the web, trying to find some audible snippets from Bjork's new album 'Medulla', I stumbled onto media reports that Kelis, the girl notoriously famous for 'Caught Out There' (the track that launched The Neptunes) had found time to duet with Bjork. The result was a relatively radio-friendly (it is Bjork remember) edit of Bjork's track 'Oceania' which she performed solo at the Opening Ceremony of the Athens Olympic Games. It also has created one of the most intriguing collaborations I've ever heard.

If you hear it, let me know what you think.

On Air with BlackPunk: Bjork Featuring Kelis - Oceania